[Standing, he dusted his hands off on his legs (well as best he could) and followed behind. He kind of stopped short, watching her.] Hmm. [How did she plan on accomplishing that, anyhow?
Before his mind could come to the wrong conclusion, his eyes fell on the dinner table. Images of he and his siblings as kids, running circles around it while their mother set the plates down, and father helped with the silverware. It brought a smile to his face, albeit a sad one, and he put a hand up to his forehead.]